My little pet dog - that was what my takeaway Shack Burger resembled when I left Shake Shack at Madison Square Park yesterday. Walking down Fifth Avenue in the comfortable, autumnal breeze, I was treated with friendliness like never before from "Wow! You bought Shake Shack? I'm so jealous!" from the pretty Club Monaco saleslady, to "Oh-my-God (in Janice-Chandler's worst nightmare-from-Friends style)...Shake Shack, my favourite!" from the gay guy from J Crew, and conversation flowed from there. Did I mention that New Yorkers love dogs?
"When I first moved here, I felt like a tourist, until I brought my little Mango here form Korea," my friend Jin mused. "And then everything changed. I felt like I finally became part of the city, and Mango helped me achieve that because EVERYBODY loves dogs in New York. One time, this really hot guy whose dog was socialising with Mango came over..."
Today, Jin had Mango on her leash, and I had Shake Shack in hand. We felt like two queens bees.
NOTE: The lines here are long throughout the day, but nobody minds the wait. Pretty park, happy people - just about how I'd love to spend my days in New York, everyday.